With compassion you can die for other people, like the mother who can die for her child. You have the courage to say it because you are not afraid of losing anything, because you know that understanding and love is the foundation of happiness. But if you have fear of losing your status, your position, you will not have the courage to do it.
Thích Nhất Hạnh
Hard time is never long enough
To keep my head afloat
And my feet are stuck in the mud again
I'm getting old and my money's been spent
Tryin? hard was never good enough
Why do you punish me for loving you
You're counting my mistakes how about yours
Why do you sentence me too nice of tears
Convicting all these dreams I've dreamed for all these years
My heart cries out behind these prison bars
It pleads to you for your true love to set it free
I'm a superman
I want to be your superman
I'm a superman
I want to be your superman
What you get is a crash course to be a man
Pardon me boy, is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo?
Track twenty nine, boy you can gimme a shine
I can afford to board a Chattanooga Choo Choo
I've got my fare and just a trifle to spare
You leave the Pennsylvania station 'bout a quarter to four
I got lost on the road somewhere was it texas or was it Canda Dinking whiskey in the morning light I work the stage all night long at first we laughed about it my long haired drunken friends
Proposed a toast to Jimmy's ghost
I never Dreamed that I would wind up on the losing end I'm stuck here on the inside looking out I'm just another case Where's my make up where's my face on the inside All got you kicks from what you saw up there Eight bucks even buys a folding chair I was downing seagrams on another flight and I worked that stage all night long You were screaming for the villain up there and i was much obliged the old road sure screwed me good this time It's hard to see where the vicious circle ends I'm stuck here on the inside looking out that's no big discrace where's my makeup where's' my face on the inside
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ù cho sóng gióDù cho giông tố
Dù cho nghèo khó
Dù cho đau yếu
Dù không muốn nói
two, three, four
I left you on the debris
at the Sunday morning market
you were sorting through the odds and ends
you was looking for a bargin
Dead man lying on the bottom of the grave
Wondering when savior comes is he gonna be saved
Maybe you're a sinner into your alternate life
Maybe you're a joker
Maybe you deserve to die
We'll sing love songs about heartbreak and grief
Sing it's not just music but the pains not brief
We sing, how your love is like a knife to the back
Well I was stabbed and bleeding
But still begging for attack
